Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
But I was thinking with my body, not my brain.
He slung one leg over the bench, facing sideways as I walked over, and I acted on pure impulse. Instead of sitting next to him, I rode the wave of adrenaline and did what fantasy Shawn desperately wanted to do.
I sat down right on his lap, facing him and straddling him, already intoxicated by the feeling of his body’s heat.
He let out a sigh, looking me up and down from underneath me, his eyes close enough now that I could see every fleck of their blue-gray beauty. Dangerous. Very dangerous.
“Not what I meant,” he said in a low purr, but his arms told another story, immediately locking around my back firmly.
Holding me there like he wasn’t going to let me go.
Christ, I was done for.
“I know,” I said, trying to keep my tone even and confident. As if every nerve in my body wasn’t absolutely fucking begging for him. As if I didn’t feel like I was about to vibrate into another damn dimension.
He pulled me in a little closer. “I’m desperate for touch too, you know,” he said, his eyes dancing over me.
I sucked in a lungful of air, letting my forearms rest on his shoulders. “Not like I am.”
One of his hands snaked up my back to my hair. He buried his fingers there, which felt so much better than it had any right to. From where I was sitting on his lap, I was looking down at him slightly, and…
It was way too easy to picture riding him like this. All we’d need was to be wearing a lot less clothing. Having him look up at me with those crystalline eyes as I sunk down onto his cock—fuck, I needed to stop thinking about that.
“When did you get so fucking irresistible, Little Wood?” he murmured, leaning forward a little to bury his face near my neckline.
I groaned. “Don’t call me that,” I said, even though I couldn’t really care right now.
“Okay. I’ll call you whatever you want,” he said, his lips moving to press tiny, hot kisses against the base of my neck.
Fucking damn it. I was harder than a rock now, my cock mashing up against my jeans so badly it was hurting.
“When you said you wanted another hug, I didn’t know this is what you meant,” I said.
“This is what I meant,” he replied, grabbing a fistful of my shirt in his hand as he pulled me down a little.
And then his lips were on mine, hot and desperate and absolutely what I’d been silently begging for. The wet heat of his tongue slid against mine and I moaned softly, my body immediately sinking deeper down toward his and giving up any restraint I’d had. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue. He smelled so fresh, too, which was unfair after a night’s work at the bar, his hair faintly scented with some kind of herbal shampoo.
Was this how it was supposed to feel when someone kissed me? Because I sure as hell wasn’t used to it. I was used to kissing as just another stop on the way to more, but Rush actually took his time, like he could do this forever. It helped that it felt like his lips were made for me, parting for me before he sucked my lower lip into his mouth.
I rocked against his body in his lap.
“Need you,” I muttered as his lips broke off from mine. I didn’t care about the rules anymore.
“No you don’t,” he said, his voice a low rumble, but he was still nuzzling up against my neck, making me so desperate to come.
“Try me.”
He let out a groan, turning his head and gently biting my earlobe. “You think you want this, but I’m not good for you, Shawn.”
“Try telling that to my cock right now,” I muttered. “You think you know what’s good for me?”
He leaned back, his eyes half-lidded and lips swollen from our kiss. “Yeah,” he said in that low, velvet voice. “I do. And it’s not me.”
Anger flared up inside me, coming out of nowhere.
Here he was, sitting under me, his cock just as hard as mine was, wanting this just as much as I did—and he was trying to tell me he knew better?
“Fine,” I said, summoning the willpower to peel myself off of him, standing up and immediately missing the bulk and heat of his body. In the moment it felt like the most difficult thing I’d ever done.
My whole body was still aching for him. I brushed myself off, straightened out my clothes, and took a deep breath, looking back down at him.
He was looking up at me like he was about to scold me, for fuck’s sake. “Shawn.”
Please pull me close again. Every cell in my body was screaming the same request, but logically I knew I had to be strong.